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Starting a new baby class  can feel a little daunting—especially if you're unfamiliar with sensory play, baby massage, or baby yoga . At...

From the very first weeks of life, babies are absorbing the world through their senses—touch, sight, sound, and movement. Sensory play...

Babies are natural explorers—constantly engaging with the world around them through movement, touch, and curiosity. Baby yoga harnesses...

From the very first moments of life, the way a baby connects with their caregivers lays the foundation for their future emotional and...

At Babies and Buddies, connection is at the heart of everything. From baby massage to sensory play, our classes aren’t just about...

From the moment a baby enters the world, touch is their first language. It’s how they feel safe, how they connect, and how they begin to...

In a world that often prioritizes scalability and efficiency, the idea of small class sizes can seem like a luxury. But when it comes to...

From the first moments of life, bonding is at the heart of human development. It’s more than just affection; it’s the invisible thread...

Living with anxiety and depression is like carrying an invisible weight that no one else can see. For those who haven’t walked this path, it’s hard to explain the sheer dread that can strike out of nowhere—the racing thoughts, the suffocating dizziness, and the gnawing knot in your stomach that refuses to let go. It’s isolating, exhausting, and relentless.

Becoming a parent is often described as a transformative and joyful experience, but for many mothers, this journey can be clouded by an unexpected and deeply challenging reality: postnatal depression (PND). If you're experiencing feelings of sadness, emptiness, or disconnection after having a baby, it’s important to know two things: you are not alone, and help is available.

For a moment, Sarah stood still, watching her children—a beautiful, chaotic constellation of personalities. She’d worried so much about the lines between past and present, between "his and mine," but here, those lines blurred into something she hadn’t anticipated: a family. Her family.

She deserves better than me, Emma thought, a familiar ache blooming in her chest. The tears came, unbidden and relentless, dampening the sleeve of her jumper as she buried her face in it. Time blurred, and she lost herself in the spiral of thoughts, until the gentle creak of the front door broke the spell. Her mum, Mary, stepped in hesitantly, holding a thermos of soup in one hand and an expression of concern in the other.